Aobaa

back then, I was a blank slate you chiseled me down shaping my bones into what you desired i allowed it because i needed to be defined   any shape at all was fine as long as it fit your own but there is no getting those pieces back once fallen from my body, i will hold this form forever or i can pick away at it until i dont recognize myself as being half of you if we are two parts of a whole, i want to be fraction of myself I want to become so small There is no semblance of you in me even if that means becoming no one once again Because no matter how much distance is between us No matter how long it has been I still f

used to, i thought a lot of you now i only think of you i'm getting better at forgetting that doesn't stop me from reliving it it doesn't hurt don't take that as flattery don't again take me for a sucker you didn't break my heart you broke my back and that's just what it took for me to grow a spine

if i build you up like god what happens when you come crashing down? will i still believe you have angel wings if you're stuck here on the ground? should my faith be paramount if you're without any divine power? i grew up devout by God so why do i bow to a coward